Request: @rivanwarrioress - Hi there, I don't know if you do platonic reader inserts, but i would love to see a Imagine where the reader is Jaime Lannister's daughter. Daughter is not Cersei's child, and is instead the only child of Jaime and his wife, who died in childbirth. I just want to see Jaime get to be a dad to one of his children. Thank you so much.
Word Count: 410
Author: Charlotte
It was hard living with a nanny, away from your father and siblings but it was how life was meant to be, so you would make the most of it. The woman you lived with was the nearest thing to a mother than you had, and you loved her dearly, but you missed your father when he was away. You just had to make the most of the days that he came to visit like today.
Your mother had died during your birth, leaving your father to care for you alone. Your aunt Cersei however didn’t enjoy that her twin had a child that wasn’t hers or would take attention away from her, so your father thought it would be best to keep you away from the court, in fear that his twin sister would do something to harm you. Since you were moved out of the court to your home alone with your nanny, he visited at least once a week to make sure you were okay and to take care of you.
He arrived on time and pulled you into a bone crushing hug, having missed you since he visited the week before.
“I’ve missed you, my princess,” he smiled warmly, kissing your forehead.
Jaime Lannister didn’t get a lot of time with his other three children, unable to even say they were his own, so he took every opportunity to nurture you and make sure you knew he was there for you.
“I missed you too,” you smiled, appreciating having him back there even if it would only be for that day.
“I brought you your favourite food from the market,” he said, handing you the basket of goodies that he tended to buy you whenever he saw you.
You thanked him as you had a quick look at everything that he had gotten you, knowing that it would keep you happy throughout the time that you would miss seeing him.
“I thought it would be nice if we spent the day together in the nearby park, there is meant to be a fayre over the next few days. I thought that you would enjoy it,” he offered.
You happily nodded your head, throwing your arms around him. Although the park wasn’t far, it was a different experience to go there when your father could spend the day with you too.
“As long as we get to spend the day together, I don’t mind where we go.”
SUMMARY: Sequel to Welcome to Gotham. A quiet night alone leads to unexpected revelations about Jason’s history and nighttime activities. Read Part 1 of Revelations first please, otherwise this might not make sense.
WORD COUNT: 2,607
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything, recognizable characters and places are the property of their creators
Unable to bring yourself to even attempt sleep, you scrubbed the floors of your apartment, getting rid of the bloodstains as best you could. Then, incapable of stopping yourself, you pulled on one of Jason’s leather jackets, and went up the stairs to the roof access of your apartment building. Few people ever went up here, although on numerous occasions, during the summer, you and Jason had often made an easy to transport dinner, and then gone up to the roof together, and had a picnic. Those nights had been among your favorite of your dates with Jason.
Now, you sat up there alone, Jason’s jacket wrapped around you, as tears leaked from your eyes, oblivious to the rain that fell around you, drenching your hair and seeping into your clothing, the dampness soon soaking through your pants. Your phone, at least, was marginally protected, tucked in a pocket of Jason’s jacket, with your hand wrapped around it, just in case somebody rang to update you on how Jason was doing.
There was a part of you that wondered if you would ever see Jason again. You remembered the bat on the front of Jason’s armor, and knew after living in Gotham for over a year, that The Red Hood was a member of “team Batman,” so you figured that Batman and his associates would look after Jason, but you were scared that even Batman wouldn’t be able to save him, that Jason was too badly hurt, and he’d lost too much blood. Would the superheroes take him away and deal with his body in their own, secretive way, or would you be allowed to be there when they buried him, or cremated him, or whatever it was they did with their dead?
You didn’t know what Jason’s wishes were. The one time you had brought up the topic of cemeteries you had taken one look at Jason’s face, and swiftly changed the topic. You wondered now if Jason’s reaction that day had been related to his history as the Red Hood.
You had guessed that Jason had gone through a traumatic past. On the few nights when he’d slept at your apartment he’d woken up with nightmares every single time. Even when he was awake sometimes you would say something, or he would see something, and he would space out, sometimes for a few seconds, but occasionally it was a minute or longer. A few months ago the circus had come through town, and your boss had invited you both along, but Jason had declined, admitting that night, when it was just the two of you, that he was scared of clowns. After everything you had heard since moving to Gotham about the Joker, you weren’t surprised. Fear of clowns was actually quite common in Gotham, you late found out, thanks to the internet.
Sitting on the roof of your building, you looked at the skyline of the city, the sirens and traffic noise drifting upwards from the streets below. How the hell had you not realized that Jason was a Vigilante…a superhero? It was so obvious in hindsight.
“Please…please be ok, Jason,” you whispered into the night.
Bruce rubbed his hand wearily over his face as he looked at Jason, sleeping soundly in the med bay of the Batcave. Bruce was sitting in the chair positioned by Jason’s bed, watching over his second eldest son as he slept, the younger man attached to a bag of blood to replenish what was lost. It was the second bag Jason had gone through since Bruce had carried him into the med bay and lowered him to the bed. A tube was still down Jason’s throat, helping Jason breathe by pretty much doing all the work for him.
In addition to the stab wound to his stomach, they’d also found a bullet wound to Jason’s upper chest, just below his right collarbone, although the billet itself had passed the whole way through Jason’s body. An x-ray revealed cracked and broken ribs, one of which had left a small puncture in Jason’s lung.
It, by far, wasn’t the worse injury Jason had received (Bruce was actively not trying to think about that), but the injuries were still life threatening, and Jason had stopped breathing not long after arriving at the cave. That had been when they’d intubated him to get him breathing again. Not long after that his blood pressure had dropped dramatically, and Bruce had been mentally preparing himself to start CPR, and Alfred had started prepping the defibrillator, and even had the pads positioned on Jason’s chest. Luckily, it hadn’t been needed, and they’d managed to keep him stabilized until Dr. Leslie Thompkins could arrive at perform the surgery that Jason’s needed, to patch him up.
That had been a few hours ago, and Leslie had gone upstairs for a cup of tea with Alfred. Dick had finally been persuaded to go upstairs to get some sleep, as had Tim (well, who knew if Tim was actually sleeping or not) and Damian.
Batman had made a point of knowing where Jason’s safe houses were, as well as his apartment. He had a feeling Jason knew this, or at least suspected, but it never came up in conversation. None of them were close to where they’d found Jason, and Jason wouldn’t have been in any condition to get himself that far. Of course, Jason still had his comms, and his phone, and could have called them directly for help, but that still would have left him waiting to be picked up in an alleyway, and that was a dangerous place to be, especially injured and vulnerable and unable to defend yourself. Batman was proud that Jason, notoriously untrusting towards others, had sought out a friend of his, seeking the safety of her apartment, rather than staying on the streets or rooftops. Bruce felt a shudder go down his spine at the thought of what might have happened if Jason hadn’t gone to his friend.
Jason would probably be dead, again. Lying alone until somebody came across him and raised the alarm. At the mere thought Bruce reached out and wrapped his hand around Jason’s.
“I’ve already lost you once, I can’t lose you again, Jay.”
“Bruce?”
Bruce sighed, having not heard Dick’s cat like footsteps approaching.
“I thought you were going to try and sleep.”
“I couldn’t,” Dick admitted, drawing level with Bruce and looking down at Jayson, “I kept thinking of him lying there, on his girlfriend’s floor.”
“You think she was involved?”
“No, no way, she was too cut up about it to have done it. Besides, she would have had more blood on her, and the only blood on the floor was around him, and a couple of drops around the window.”
Bruce nodded in agreement, having never suspected Jason’s apparent girlfriend in the attack.
“So…did you know? About Jason’s girlfriend, I mean?” Dick asked curiously. Bruce looked up at Dick with raised eyebrows.
“I am the least likely person that Jason would ever tell about a personal matter like that.”
Dick cringed, ‘Yeah, good point”
“I might have noticed a few years ago, when I kept a closer eye on him, but since he’s stopped killing I’ve kept more of a distance,” Bruce added.
“I wondered,” Dick admitted, “he…he seemed happier, this past year. I mean, he still kept things to himself, but…he seemed more relaxed and less…aggressive. I wondered if he’d made some new friends…or a romantic partner, but at the same time I thought it might have just been time related, you know, him healing after…everything.”
Bruce nodded, but said nothing. Dick was right, Jason had seemed happier and less…angry…with the world this last year, but Bruce hadn’t really taken much notice…another way he’d failed Jason.
“Do…do you think he’ll introduce us, at some point.”
Bruce sighed, “We did meet her, tonight” he told his oldest.
Dick rolled his eyes, “You know that doesn’t count. You were in protective Bat Dad mode over Jason. Do you even know what her name is, because she never actually told you guys?”
“I was going to look it up from her apartment,” Bruce admitted. Dick sighed and held out the piece of paper that you had written your name and phone number on.
“Meet, Y/N, Jason’s mystery girlfriend.”
Bruce lifted his eyebrow curiously, and Dick jerked the piece of paper back.
“Seriously…You think I would try and hit on Jay’s girlfriend while he was, you know, bleeding out all over the place? I would never do that to him. I told her I would keep her up to date on how he was going.”
Wearily Bruce leaned back in his seat and rubbed his hand over his face. It was something that Dick would do. Bruce himself had been too focused on Jason to worry about the girl who had, apparently, been in a relationship with his second eldest son.
“He’ll be ok, won’t he?” Dick asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice. Bruce blinked and looked up at Dick. The look on Dick’s face betrayed his emotions, and Bruce was reminded of how broken Dick had been when he’d learned of Jason’s death.
“You heard Dr. Tompkins,” Bruce reminded Dick gently, “he’s strong, he’ll recover.”
Dick visibly relaxed leaning against the wall of the med bay, “I don’t want to have to tell her that he’s gone.”
Bruce remained thoughtfully silent. While it wasn’t the first time one of the boys had gotten involved with someone romantically, it had been a long time since a civilian had been involved and he’d had to worry about a situation like this.
“You can tell her how he’s going, she already knows who he is,” he told Dick, although he knew that Dick would have done it, even if Bruce had said no. Dick was far better at dealing with people than Bruce had ever been.
“Bruce…what happened to him wasn’t your fault, you know that. Things are getting better between us and him, but he’s an adult now, he does do his own thing. You can’t protect him every minute of every day, if you tried it would only drive him away.”
Bruce sighed and nodded, bowing his head and continuing his vigil at Jason’s bedside. Dick watched him, before he backed away, leaving Bruce to his brooding. The only thing that would snap Bruce out of his funk would be Jason waking up, and that needed time.
You jolted awake as the shrill ringing of your phone dragged you from your sleep. You had gone back indoors just as the sun was beginning to rise over the horizon, and you had been shivering from the freezing cold that came from being outside in the snow for an extended period of time. A quick phone call to your boss had given you the day off, as you knew that you would be virtually useless at work after a night of no sleep.
Seeing no point in coming up with a lie, you had told your boss a part of the truth…that Jason had been attacked while coming home from work, and you had been up all night worrying about him. You hadn’t talked about how Jason had been attacked, nor the fact that he was wearing his Red Hood costume at the time. Your boss, however, hadn’t asked questions and had instead given you the week off to look after Jason, and had passed on their best wishes to him.
It had made a weak smile cross your face as you remembered how much your boss liked Jason, and had been the one to introduce the pair of you.
After the conversation with your boss, you had tried to warm up with a hot shower, and then collapsed into bed, burrowing under the warm covers, and wishing that Jason was there to wrap his arms around you. You must have dozed off, because the next thing you knew your phone was ringing loudly beside your head, where you had placed it, and a few hours had passed.
You fumbled for your phone, swiping at the screen and lifting it to you ear without looking at who it was.
“Hello?” you asked urgently.
“Hi, Y/N?” a male voice replied, and you recognized the voice as Nightwing’s from the previous night.
“Yes,”
“It’s Nightwing,” Nightwing confirmed your suspicions, “I’m just ringing to update you on Jason’s condition.”
“Is he ok?” you asked, your heart in your throat.
“Yeah… he’s still sleeping, but his vital signs look really good. Just after we got him back to the cave his blood pressure dropped really low, but we managed to get him stabilized, and then a doctor friend of ours patched him up really well.”
“And…and he’ll be ok?” you questioned anxiously.
“Yeah, give him a week or two and he’ll be back to normal. He heals fast, he has for a long time.”
“Can...Can I see him?”
Nightwing sighed, “I can’t make any promises on that one, Y/N, but I’ll see what I can do. I’ll have a word with the big guy.”
“Thank you” you replied, not knowing what else to say.
“Hey, we’ll work something out, don’t worry,” Nightwing told you reassuringly, “and even if it going to be a little while before he’s well enough to move or that it looks like you won’t be able to come and see him I promise that once he wakes up you guys will be able to talk on the phone, or even video call each other.”
You nodded, tears rolling down your face and you weren’t able to hold in the small sniffles you were making.
“Hey, it’s ok, don’t cry,” Nightwing soothed, “he’ll be up and about in no time. Why don’t you tell me a little about what you two lovebirds have been up to? Jason’s never really been one for romance, I want to know what shenanigans you two kids have been getting into since getting together.”
The next time you looked at the clock you were alarmed to realize that over an hour had passed since you had begun to tell Nightwing about the things you and Jason had done together since you had begun dating, the places that he had taken you to, the things he had made you, the little moments the pair of you had shared. Nightwing had patiently listened throughout it all, sometimes sounding emotional himself as he had asked you questions and encouraged you to continue talking about things.
“I, um, should probably let you keep going, I hadn’t realized it was getting so late,” you told Nightwing. There was a pause before Nightwing spoke again, and you wondered if Nightwing was checking to see what the time was.
‘Ah, yeah…sorry about that, Y/N, I didn’t mean to keep you talking for so long. I’ll give you a call alter on to update you on how Jason’s going. He might have woken up by then, so you guys might be able to talk.
“I’d like that,” you replied, already missing the sound of Jason’s voice.
“I’ll see what I can do, don’t worry Y/N, Jason’s is going to be fine. Bye.” Nightwing told you optimistically.
“Bye” you replied, before hanging up. While you were still worried about Jason, you were a little calmer now. He was still alive, and from what Nightwing had said it looked like he was going to make a full recovery. Still, you wished you could have seen Jason, or at least heard his voice.
Arya Stark “King of the North” PTSD trigger theory
Ok I just realized something. At this point it seems very likely that Jon Snow and Arya Stark are going to be reunited in Season 8 of Game of Thrones, possibly episode 1 or 2. It also seems highly plausible that this reunion will occur at Winterfell, with the Northern Lords nearby.
At some point somebody (Lyanna or Davos possibly, but who it is doesn’t matter) is going to start the “king of the North” chant. While the last few times we, as viewers have heard this, it’s been good, for Arya it’s a very different story. The last time she heard that phrase it was the Lannisters and Freys singing it as they paraded Robb’s body around the Twins.
I know I might be underestimating Arya’s character, but would being confronted by that phrase be very triggering for Arya?. She’s got her revenge against the Frey’s, which would probably help her by giving closure, and she knows Tywin is dead too, but it still might be confronting and cause her to withdraw, either physically, or perhaps mentally. And who else knows the significance of that phrase to her, and who is also traveling with Jon Snow?
Sandor Clegane.
Imagine if Arya reacts negatively to the phrase”The king in the North” and Sandor has to explain to an horrified Jon and Sansa that Arya saw what the Freys and Lannisters did to Robb’s body, and Grey WInd.
We know that Sansa knows what they did to Robb and Grey Wind, but imagine her knowing that Arya actually saw it. Add to this Jon, who hasn’t seen Arya since she was very much a young girl, and who probably will view her as the same little girl until either somebody tells him some of the things she’s done, or he sees her sparring and realizes that she knows how to fight.
I have this mental picture of Jon and Sansa trying to talk to Arya about it, and Arya turning around and telling them what she did to the Freys as revenge, and Jon and Sansa being this combination of proud and horrified.
Alternatively, instead of being questioned about it by Jon and Sansa, I can imagine the truth about the Freys coming out when Jaime arrives at Winterfell. I think that Jaime is going to try and recruit as many Lannister men as he can, such as by picking up those he left at the Twins and Riverrun with the Freys, along with releasing Edmure Tully. He would arrive at the Twins, only to be told that everyone is dead, that “the north remembers, that Winter came for House Frey” Imagine him coming to Winterfell and telling them that he got as many men as he could...and by the way, did you guys know the Freys were dead and the Twins is unoccupied?” and Arya will be all like “yeah...I might have had something to do with that...they had a Rat problem...and their wine ended up being poisoned...somehow...”
And Sandor would be standing there in the background with this proud look on his face.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A few months after the events of Godrick's Hollow, Peter's (assumed) death, and Sirius is arrested, Remus goes to check up on Y/N, Sirius' former girlfriend.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Brienne Tarth’s life could not be considered dull. Every day was different and varied, and often unpredictable. When she was the sole guardian of six children it wasn’t expected for her to have a quiet life.
When she was young Brienne had never wanted this sort of life. She’d dreamed of excitement and adventures. She’d dreamed of a life of bringing justice to the world, maybe as a police officer, or by joining the military, not of being a maternal figure to six and trying to bring them up on her own. She was tall and strong, and she loved sports in school, and her father had always said she’d do well in a disciplined environment where physical skill was encouraged.
All of those dreams, however, had come crashing down just after her fourteenth birthday.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“As reward for your services to the country in Killing the Mad King, Aerys Targeryen, I relieve you of your duties to the Kingsguard, so you can be free to find yourself a bride, and have little golden haired brats of your own. It’ll get your damned father off my back, he’s been wanting you relieved of your vows since the war ended. In fact, I’ll arrange a match for you. Any girl in the country that’s not stark raving mad will fall over herself to get a chance at being Lady of Casterly Rock.“
Jaime blinked, having not seen the King’s words coming, and dread began to form in his gut.
“Thank-you, your grace,” he replied automatically, without thinking.
“Ah, you thank me now…just wait till your married…you won’t thank me then. Women are an unreasonable lot once you’ve wedded and bedded them.”
“Who were you thinking of?” Jaime instead asked neutrally.
In reply, Robert laughed his great booming laugh again, draining his goblet, “You’ll find out, Kingslayer…I’m going to have some fun with this.”
—-
Robert, in the aftermath of Joffrey’s birth, releases Jaime from the Kingsguard and decides to arrange a marriage for the Kingslayer.
